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Saturday, May 22, 2010

My sister told me a blonde joke.

Once there was a blonde who needed money, so she decided to kidnap a child. She went to a playground and took a child behind a tree and said, "I'm kidnapping you." Then she wrote on a note, I am kidnapping your child. If you want your child back, put $10 000 under the peach tree by tomorrow. Signed, a blonde." She put the note on the child's shirt and sent him home. The next day, sure enough there was a paper bag under the peach tree. When she opened it, there was $10 000 dollars inside. A note attached said, "Here your $10 000 as promised, but how could you do this to a fellow blonde? Signed, a blonde."

HAAHAHAHAHA. My sister and dad are drunk. They are not stepping into my room.

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